Ghosts drift lazily through the night
Drawn to the shed blood of the latest fight
Hurled are the spells, drawn are the swords
Dead are the overlords, and shattered their wards— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) October 6, 2018
Over the river, and through the wood
We ride, to the castle gate.
Yet it is shut
And sentries unsmiling strut
For we have come too late.— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) October 6, 2018
Violent melee once more ongoing
Blood like fast river through rapids flowing
Fear, weariness, and rage all showing
As we more reavers put to the sword
In the name of the justice of our ruling lord
All of this necessary policing leaves me bored— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) October 7, 2018
